TSFLIP Chapter 334

“Hmm? This young lady…” The Taoist priest suddenly approached Feng Guang, looking her up and down. Then he pinched his fingers together as if calculating something and shook his head gravely.

Feng Guang felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. Could he have discovered An Yi? In contrast, An Yi remained completely calm.

Liu Han, concerned, asked hurriedly, “Master, is there something wrong with our Feng Guang?”

“This young lady’s brow is darkened—she seems to be running out of time.”

“…What?” Feng Guang stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Humans have three flames,” the Taoist priest continued. “I see that two of hers have already gone out. This likely means she can see things ordinary people cannot. Furthermore, her body is overwhelmed with ghostly energy and lacks sufficient vitality. That last flame of hers is flickering, barely lit—it’s teetering on the edge of going out. I fear her future looks grim.”

Feng Guang was stunned by his words. She wanted to dismiss them as nonsense, but some of what he said hit uncomfortably close to home. She could see ghosts, and she was… well, “entangled” with one. If her body had accumulated ghostly energy because of this, it made a strange sort of sense.

Awkwardly clearing her throat, she pointed at Luo Chenxi. “You’re making me sound so miserable—why don’t you take a look at her?”

Luo Chenxi froze.

“Hmm, as for this young lady…” The priest pinched his fingers again and nodded. “One of her flames is out, but she has no signs of impending disaster. On the contrary, it seems the Red Luan Star has been activated—romantic prospects are in her future.”

Luo Chenxi let out a sigh of relief.

The priest turned back to Feng Guang. “I think you’d better focus on your situation, miss. Your condition is extremely severe.”

Liu Han was more anxious than Feng Guang herself. “Master, please, what can we do to avert her misfortune?”

“Well, to dissolve the crisis, she should spend some time in a pure and holy place—perhaps a temple or monastery—ugh!” Before he could finish his sentence, the Taoist priest clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.

The crowd rushed forward. Those with first aid knowledge tried to help while Qiu Liang quickly dialed for an ambulance. Chaos erupted as everyone scrambled to act.

The priest’s face turned pale, his body convulsing as though enduring immense pain. Feng Guang stood frozen in shock, helplessly looking to An Yi for an explanation.

An Yi shook his head. “It wasn’t me. Feng Guang, you have to believe me.”

Feng Guang pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

“It’s him,” An Yi said, his gaze shifting toward the doorway. “He’s the one behind this.”

Standing in the rain was a man dressed in black. Not a single raindrop touched him, as if he were shielded by an otherworldly barrier. It was as though a terrifying void surrounded him, pulling anyone who looked at him into a bottomless abyss.

His black hat, as always, obscured the upper half of his face, but Feng Guang knew he was staring at her. His gaze, devoid of warmth, pierced through her.

A shiver ran through her body, chilling her to the core.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the man in the rain vanished.

Her body, which had been rigid with fear, slackened. Her legs felt weak, unable to hold her upright, but An Yi steadied her before she could fall.

Gently patting her head, An Yi spoke in a soft voice, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t let him hurt you.”

But his reassurance did nothing to ease her nerves.

The ambulance arrived swiftly. Feng Guang watched with a stony expression as the priest was carried onto the stretcher. Liu Han, mistaking her demeanor for panic, offered repeated words of comfort, but she merely gave a weak smile without replying.

Inside, Feng Guang was terrified. That man exuded an unknown menace, and it was clear this incident had been directed at her.

Without realizing it, she tightened her grip on An Yi’s hand.